The wind was blowing across the sands of the beach in Nu'Jelm as Morgana brought Rayder to a stop. The sun was partially setting, and the light danced across the crystal blue waters of the sea.
Morgana was lost deep in thought, and didn't hear the voice calling to her at first, but soon she realized, she was not alone...
"Mi'Lady? Are you okay?" the woman asked her.
"I am s-sorry, my mind was elsewhere" Morgana replied, suddenly realizing that she was being addressed "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing madam, but I wanted to thank you" the woman said.
Morgana regarded her for a moment. She didn't know her. But this woman had obviously been through something, something terrible. Her left eye was missing, and she had a rather large scar running the length of her face. She was probably in her late thirties, or early forties, but the years had not been kind to her, so it was hard to tell. As she moved closer to Morgana, she limped, resting a portion of her weight upon a cane.
"I..." Morgana started.
"It is okay mi'lady, I assumed you would not remember me, but I will never forget you" the woman said, managing a painful smile.
Morgana searched her memory frantically, but could not place this woman.
"It was years ago. You and your guild saved me and my family from a band of roving murderers" she said, as she shifted her gait upon the cane.
"We obviously didn't do enough" Morgana replied, holding back tears.
"No mi'lady, but you did. My husband and I had just settled outside of Vesper, and our two young ones were playing in the woods. I will never forget it, as long as I live" she explained. "We had taken an eye off of them, just long enough for me to help my husband to bring in some wood. Before we knew what was going on, they were on us" the woman said, nearly sobbing.
And then she remembered.
"And we arrived just in time to save you and your little ones" Morgana said, climbing down off of Rayder. She moved to embrace the woman, but Morgana could tell, this woman did not fully trust her.
"It's okay" Morgana said reassuringly..."I don't mean you any harm."
But the woman was withdrawn, her cloak was gathered tight around her, and Morgana could tell that she did not want to be touched. The tears now streamed down both of their faces.
Morgana realized that the 'glory days' of protecting the innocent were not for nothing, but that she was not the only one that had been left with deep, unforgettable, scars.